Having accomplished her goal, she leaned down, letting her breasts brush across my chest, and whispered, "Ah, all of it. All of Daddy's cock... all th... way inside me." Thank goodness she stayed still. If she had moved even an inch, I would have filled her pussy right then and there with my come. Finally achieving my desire to make love with Candy was so arousing that it would have taken little more to send me beyond my already stretched-to-the-limit control.For long moments, we remained. We approached the next village with the same precaution. After watching from hiding for many minutes, the village seemed as deserted as the first one, which no longer was comforting. We inspected each hut the same way, carefully, soundlessly, and ever ready for something to be wrong. Neither Preta or Wolf or my own senses were alerted by sound, sight, or smell. This one truly was deserted.The next village was the one we anticipated to be active, at least according to the report of the woman. It. I spanked her backside good and proper for that display of naughty female foolishness and she begged me to do it harder because it reminded her of her days working as a showgirl and giving up her pussy to the high rollers just to keep her job. I have to be perfectly honest and say that she was truly a nice broad with a motherly way of giving up her goodies and doing her best to make a man wear a smile for the rest of the day.In all honesty, I confess I don't even remember her name but whenever. Jean would handle the morning breedings, and she said I should learn how to do it, so she would be able to write down which boar to use for which sows and gilts each evening (they produced special cross bred breeding stock). I was pretty apprehensive about getting in to clean the boars. Two of them were big, especially the Hampshire who must have weighed about a thousand pounds, and had big tusks. The York boar was young and only weighed about two hundred pounds. I watched Jean show me how to.